Desire

chapter fourteen

Once Niall’s beloved rugby game was over we began talking about the plans for tonight.

 “I was thinking, we could go get dinner in the city, there is this sick place called Locks Brasserie I’ve only been there once and it was so good, really fancy."

 “Sounds okay.”

“Then maybe after dinner we could go to a pub in the city, have some drinks?” I nod in approval as Niall speaks. I knew one thing for sure I was starving so we need to leave soon. I’m no fun when I’m hungry, I can become a moody bitch and Harry has never seen that side of me before and I would like to keep it that way.

 I suddenly became conscious of the fact my hair was really damp and currently very possibly leaving wet stains all over the dress Harry picked out for me to wear. I had bought the dress from TopShop a few days ago. It was a Mesh Tee Dress, a beautiful red tank dress covered in a black net like material it had short t-shirt sleeves. Just perfect for these summer evenings.

Before I ruined this beautiful dress I’m wearing I should probably go and get my hair dry. Also knowing Niall he'll say we're leaving in 5 minutes, springing it on me and leaving basically no time for me to get ready. I'll try and avoid that that happening.

I placed each of my hands on Harry and Niall's leg for stability as I arose up. "If you'll excuse me boys, I have to go prepare for our evening festivities." Before they even say anything I am already rushing to the guest room.

I check my appearance so far. I needed to dry and straighten my hair then do my makeup and I was good to go. I began on the tasks and soon enough was already up to doing my makeup. My hair was agreeing with me for once. It took one hurried blow dry and a quick straighten to look the way it did. Splendid. As I am applying the final essential to my face, lipstick, I notice Harry is leaning in the door way, watching me. “Yes?” His attention moves to my lips and he makes a displeased face.

“What don’t you like the colour?”

“The colour is fine but I’m gonna have red shit all over me.” He points to his face; I get what he was getting at.

“So what if I just keep my lips to myself then?” I challenge him.

“Oh that won’t be necessary babe.” I smirk and look back into the mirror and continue to apply the lip colour. Harry is still stood there. “Could you make yourself useful?” I ask him seriously though I was really joking.

“Sure, what do you need?” He steps into the bathroom and stands beside him so I can see him in the reflection. “I won’t be helping you put that on it that’s what you’re going to ask.” I can’t help but laugh at the sternness in his voice.

“No silly, I was going to ask if you could go get me some shoes and a jacket from my bag.” He literally lets out a sigh of relief. “That I can do.”

In no time I had completed my makeup and was back in the room were Harry was going through my bag. On the bed already lay a leather jacket, my purse and one heel. He looked irritated. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find the other fucking shoe.” I face palm and then he pulls the other heel out of the bag. I walk towards him and stand right behind him, hovering and whispered.

“Would you look at that? It wasn’t that hard was it?” I loved to joke with him and more I loved that he took it so lightly. I truly hated it when people take jokes in an offensive way. Harry didn’t, he even did the same with me sometimes. He laughs and says haha before lifting his bag onto the bed and starts to rummage through that. “What are you wearing babe?” I let my hand trace patterns on his slump back. “This.” He motioned to his current attire. Black skinny jeans, an open denim shirt over a loose white t-shirt. “And…..this.” he pulls out a black blazer from his bag. I nod in consent.